Breath sucked from the nostrils of the living
Decaying corpses lay across the football field,
One body lined up after another.
Cracked pavement made of crushed bones
An endless stream of blood.
Skulls battered by bats
Knives ripped deep into deer fur
A shriek in the distance,
until it goes silent.
Rotten flesh stinks up pipelines and cities,
The ruins of those cities old with age,
Used to hold people, but now hold no one
Only those who were intelligent enough to prepare for such chaos survive.
A desperate fog of dust and coal,
Factories silent,
Broken cars still,
And we wonder why it is
Our world is so "unfair"
To those who have abused it,
Shaped it to their will.
YOU ARE READING
Star Struck
PoetryThis is a little collection of poems I've made. Not sure how long I'll continue it, but I'll make a few. {Completed! There's a sequel book if you'd like to read it, the sequel is called "Milky Way"} Note: This was called "Book of Poems" previously...
